Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Ash Ra Tempel, Au Pairs, The Invisible, The Chocolate Watch Band, Lou Christie, Slave, Y Pants, Basic Channel, The Electric Prunes, Peter & Gordon, Goldenarms, D'Angelo, Fela Kuti, Harpers Bizarre, Tears for Fears, The Beau Brummels, Deadbeat, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Big Daddy Kane, Royal Trux, Public Image Ltd., The Slits, Tim Buckley, Magazine, The Pop Group, Livin' Joy, Ornette Coleman, Lou Reed, Organ, Cybotron, Q and Not U, Scrapy, The Gories, A Flock of Seagulls, Lower 48, Dark Day, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Erasure, Gang Starr, Connie Case, Sex Pistols, The Martian, Yazoo, The Knickerbockers, Bootsy Collins, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Boz Scaggs, The Skatalites, Stereo Dub, Stockholm Monsters, The Five Americans, Mantronix, The Flesh Eaters, Fad Gadget, Dawn Penn, Kevin Saunderson, Ajijia Myrayebe, Intrusion, The Slackers, Tommy Roe, Amon Düül, Sad Lovers and Giants, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)